Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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"I said, I've sold you."
I'm Louise. I'm five foot six, auburn hair, green eyes, and a fairly shapely figure. I've just gotten home from work.
The trim blond, five foot three Tammy was waiting in my townhouse . We've been dating for over a month, I gave her a house key. She's my latest conquest.
The sheers are pulled across the patio doors so the pervert across the common can't see in. We're standing in the middle of the living room, and two large women wearing coveralls and carrying a tool box just stepped out of the kitchen.
"Who the fuck are you, and why are you in my home?"
"They're here for you, darling. I've sold you."
"What?"
"I said, I've sold you. They're slavers."
"But, Tammy. Fuck!
They were big, but not fat. They moved swiftly. I was torn from Tammy and face down on the carpet in an instant. They took a ball gag, ropes and belts from their tool box.
Tammy put on my red fox fur jacket and was going through my purse. "Oh, here's the car key." She took the key as one of the big ladies handed her a thick envelope. She opened it's flap, checked the contents, and dropped it into my purse. "Thank you ladies. Tell your Mistress it was a pleasure, and don't hesitate to call if I can be any further service."
She snuggled my fur's collar to her cheek. "I've always loved this coat, and wanted one. Thank you darling." She lifted the long strap of my purse onto her shoulder, and swinging my car keys from her finger walked away.
Needless to say, my Lexus was gone from the attached garage. In it's place was a minivan with blacked out windows and ' City of ------- Public Works' painted on the side.
The two ladies carried me, tied, gagged and belts every foot from just below my shoulders to my ankles, they tossed me onto the floor in the back of the van. It was a long scary drive. Some city, some highway, some gravel. I was too confused and terrified to cry.
"Strip it and put it in number seven."
They did just that. The cage was a six foot cube of steel bars. There was a foam mattress along the back with a blanket. There was a hole in the floor for a toilet. A steel number plaque was welded to the door. Some of the other cages were occupied. There was some subdued crying and whimpering.
"Right. For now, you are Seven. Rules. Simple, do as you are told or you will be punished. No talking. This area is under full time surveillance.
"Three, stand and turn your back to the door."
The girl in number three obeyed. She was whimpering and shaking. Her back was a colorful pattern of red stripes and blue and yellow bruises.
"Understand Seven? Three, you may lay down."
A while later. An hour? Hard to tell. Everything I thought I understood changed again. Tammy was brought in tied up like I'd been. She was stripped and thrown into number fourteen, given the same talk I'd just had and shown number Three's injuries.
Food arrived, well, you couldn't call it a meal. Some slop in a plastic bowl and a plastic cup of flavored water. I think it might have had something like Valium in it because I felt slightly disconnected after. The cups and bowls were collected and the lights turned out.
'Louise, Louise." The bitch was calling in a stage whisper. I pulled my blanket over my head. Tammy Cunt was the last person I wanted anything to do with. Besides the fear of the whip.
In a few minutes the lights came back on. There was a lot of subdued crying. Three guards came in.
"Right, things. To the door of your cage, hands through the bars, two bars between them." Handcuffs were locked on my wrists outside the bars, so I had to stand facing out to the aisle. Tammy was dragged out, a rope and pulley were lowered in the middle of the aisle. Tammy's cuffed wrists were lifted over the hook on the pulley and the rope pulled until she was standing with her hands well above her head. A black braided whip was produced and the three guards took turns giving Tammy five lashes each. Her cries and screams were terrible. Everyone except the guards were crying. Our cuffs were removed, then she was lowered,dragged, then thrown into her cage. The lights went out. After a while the crying and sobbing tapered off.
A loud klaxon woke me as the lights came on. Another bowl of gruel and cup of water. One at a time we were collared and lead away.
I was taken to a cement block shower, given a towel, soap, tooth brush and comb. My guard led me away when I was finished.
The room had deep, soft 'dusty rose' carpet. The couches and chairs were finely upholstered, everything was very expensive, but tastefully done. The lady sitting on the couch looked like a sweet, elegant grandmother or rich aunt.
"Good morning Seven."
The guard poked me between my shoulder blades.
"Ugh! Good morning, er?"
"You may call me Mother."
"Good morning, Mother."
"Looking at your file here I see that you are forty seven, divorced twice, no children, have had your tubes tied, and have no health problems." She set down the device she was reading from.
I was stunned.
"Now, Louise no longer exists. Her town house was thoroughly cleaned, not a trace of her DNA was even left. Her tax and financial records have disappeared from the records. If her friends or family try finding her, police and investigators will have a hard time believing she ever existed."
I was dumbfounded.
"So, what is your future? Well, we've had a special request, so to speak, for a middle age fuck doll. Unusual, yes? Usually clients want young things for fuck dolls.'
I was too stunned to speak. There must be a way of escaping. What the Hell is a 'fuck doll?'
"So, lets start your training right now. On your knees."
Mother lifted the hem of her ankle length pale yellow and grey vertically striped skirt. Nylons, garter belt, but no nickers. I sank to my knees. Wait for an opportunity to escape Louise .
"Smile, darling. Your owners and their guests want to know you live to please them."
I did my best to smile. Her return smile was warm and, well, motherly. Her hand went to the back of my head and firmly, but gently guided me down. This is fucking lesbian rape!
No young puffy camel toe cunt this. Folds and flaps of soft cunt lips. Might as well humor the bitch. Pick my fights.. I began kissing and licking. Mother responded with a happy sound. Her hands stroked my shoulders and combed through my hair. Her cunt was instantly wet. I lapped her cunt. She must have used a flavored douche, cherry, soon I licked it to real womanly flavor.
"Good girl. Good fuck doll."
Enough, I found the girl in the pink canoe and gently kissed her. Mother let out gasp and pushed me back.
"Tammy was right about you. Too bad she wasn't able to enjoy her finder's fee. Guard, take it back to it's cage."
I sat on my bed, trying to get my head around everything. Sooner or later I'd escape.
The others came and went.
Then two guards and a tall, solid black man came in. He was very handsome and extremely well dressed. They went to Tammy's cage.
"Come Here." His voice was deep and very sexy. I couldn't place his accent. Tammy cowered to the back of her cage.
"Wild and untrained. Just what I'm looking for. Package it, my jet is ready to go."
